The light burned as I opened my eyes. The smell of disinfectant stung at my nose, reminding me of Logan's nightmares. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the blur from the corners of my vision. I lay there blinking at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, on the brink of sleep, trying not to fall back. A gentle beep kept a quiet beat from a machine behind me. My own breathe echoed in a plastic mask that hovered just under my line of sight. Slowly, I tried to move my arms, finding every movement like my arms weighted a ton. An offending IV and the tape that held it in place was my first clumsy manoeuvre. Tossing it to the floor, I finally managed my hands up to my face, I felt the sting of a fresh cut as I removed the unwanted mask. Flinched away from my own hand, I noticed the bed beside mine. The figure stirred and a bright yellow arm cast came into view. Jubilee.

When the movement of her curled up frame indicated sleep, I almost let go of an audible sigh of relief. I grabbed at the thin bedsheets across my legs and pulled them to the side. Dressed in only in a singlet top and g-string, I flushed with embarrassment and quickly pulled the sheet back loosely around my hips. I placed my hands against the mattress beneath me and levered my elbows to pull my body up. Sharp waves of pain shot through my stomach, making me bite my lip to stop the screech that wanted to escape. My now bleeding lip and attempted silence was all in vain as the quiet beeping behind me becoming urgent and loud. I clenched the metal bars that lined my bed, trying desperately to blink back the tears that had spring into my eyes. Jubilee stirred at the noise, her eyes flicking open. It must have taken a moment to register, but she sat bolt upright so fast she got her cast tangled in her sheet and fell out of her bed. Standing up, her face lit up as she saw me; part relieved, part pained.

"Rogue?" She said, tears appearing in her eyes. God, the way she looked at me, I must have looked pretty dam bad.

"Yeah" I said, my voice raspy and barely louder than a whisper.

Limping over to my bed, Jubilee switched off the noisy machine. Her hand slid behind my back and on my nod, she pulled into a more upright position while sliding a pillow behind me. This time, I didn't hold back, letting loose a choked scream of pain. Her hand rubbed my arm as I sucked at the air, trying to breathe away the pain and gained my composure. Sitting down on the foot of my bed, she wiped her eyes dry of the tears that threaten to run down her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" I asked through partially gritted teeth.

Jubilee smiled, gently touching the left side of her face. "Got a broken ankle, broken wrist and cracked jaw." Her face looked flawless if not a little swollen, but her pain was given away by the way she clenched her jaw and her tense expression. Jubilee smiled at my stare.

"Good make- up. Can hide anything." She grimaced. "Unfortunately, you need a little more than some make-up."

"What's my list?" I asked.

Taking a deep breath, Jubilee picked at imaginary lint on the sheets. "Two broken ribs, Concussion, Stab wound to the upper abdomen, lacerating both your stomach, lung and liver. Severe bruising and swelling to the face..."

"fuck..."

I paused as the lab doors behind Jubilee opened and Jean came rushing in, closely followed by Scott. Both of them looked frightened and pale in their Pajamas. Scott visibly brighted when he spotted me, sitting up in my singlet top. 'Yeah Boy scout', the Logan part of my brain drawled 'get your thrills.'

"So, the superhero decided join us back in the land of the living." He said, moving to sit on Jubilee's bed. Jean checked the heart rate machine and looked down at me, her eyes scanning my physic up and down.

"What happened to your breathing mask?" She asked, bending to retrieve it from the floor.

"Sorry" I said, shrugging my shoulders apologetically at Jean. I turned back to look at Scott who may I say, looked great in his red satin boxers. Jean raised an eyebrow and cocked her head at me. Shit! Damm telepaths and their hearing abilities.

"Can I have my gloves back please?" I asked. Jean walked over to the lab bench and opened a drawer. Pulling out my two black gloves. I grabbed at them and pulled the stiff gloves onto my hand, ignoring the dried blood on them.

Jean carefully picked up my right hand and pushed another IV needle into my skin through a small hole in my glove. Connecting it to a drip with medication, she took a quick look at her watch. "Come on Scott, we have to teach in the morning." Scott looked at her, his face revealing there was an internal debate going on. After a few moments of silent staring, he nodded his head in defeat and headed to the door. Jean turned her attention to me and smiled politely. "You and Jubilee need your sleep, so don't be up for too long."

And with that, she stalked out of the room. Jumping off Jubilee's bed, Scott gave us a quick wave and disappeared after her. I looked at Jubilee, a silly grin plastered across her face.

"My GOD, he is sooo whipped!" she giggled.

"Well Duh!" I replied with as much emphasis as I could muster, leaning into the soft pillows as Jubilee talked on.

"How could anybody be that much of a pushover? If I ..."

Pulling the covers back over my body, I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, the sound of Jubilees voice growing dimmer in my ear.

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